Pretend with me
I found the Key to Ibsen's light.
The fiction flight, of reunite.
And here I walk you by my side.
It is only the truth I hide.
I've dreamed of you in absentee,
In dull and dreary ennui.
And wish to close that chasm door
And fly above that canyons floor.
I would a shadow of a dream,
A thought that floats upon a stream.
And challenge you to meet me there,
Like Ibsen in his love affair.
You think me sad a little mad?
You think I need a loony pad?
I do not want to frighten you.
It's only this, that I can do.
Pretend we are the same of age.
Pretend we walk a different stage.
Pretend I am your knight in true.
Pretend the sky and world are new.
And in this pretenders' reckon.
We will ignite, every beckon.